[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Of [i]course[/i] Parvan had another trick up his sleeve. It would have been disappointing if it were as simple as just evading long enough to be able to drive a knife into his neck. Didn't mean that it didn't hurt like hell, though. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Grah!"[/b][/color] Renar exclaimed in both pain and frustration as Parvan's retaliatory blast sent him flying, bouncing along the dirt on impact and skidding off a good ways. By the time he picked himself up, he could hear Edwin mentioning something about stopping for lunch. 

He barely managed to stop himself from saying anything particularly biting in return. It was one thing to insult Edwin while he wasn't doing anything particularly important. It was another to do so while he was actively helping him train. That, and Parvan hadn't quite done anything to deserve such yet. As much as Renar wanted to keep going, he was at the mercy of his trainers in this particular situation. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Fine."[/b][/color] He grunted begrudgingly, hefting his polearm back on his shoulder. [color=ff5000][b]"Lunch, then. Back to Candaeln, or did Merilla keep some fascimile of Aimlenn's taverns intact?"[/b][/color]


[@Raineh Daze]